Chosen

Chosen

A Poem by Kimberly Navarro
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Through difficult times we tend to ask God, why me? But I realized that I have been chosen for this life and everything that comes with it.

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I’m Chosen to bare this cross
Weighing down on my chest
Is the guilt of the love loss

I’m Chosen to bare this cross
My eyes have swollen shut
And my appetite is lost

I’m Chosen to bare this cross
Sleep has lost its essence
Tears at work become my boss

I’m Chosen to bare this cross
Scorn by deep deception
‘Cause my love he chose to toss

I’m Chosen to bare this cross
Severed broken promises
That he swore with his heart crossed

I’m Chosen to bare this cross
Fatality of two
Lovers whose stars were crossed

I’m Chosen to bare this cross
No deeper pain I’ve felt
When my trust you chose to cross

I’m Chosen to bare this cross
I am weary and giving up
I need a guide’cause I am lost

But I won’t blame you or God above
I’ll carry my cross with love
And follow His direction
To the glory and resurrection!

© 2015 Kimberly Navarro


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Kimberly Navarro
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I love the rhymes, rhythm, flow, repetition and that final twist in the last stanza.

WELL DONE

Posted 6 Years Ago


Amen,,, I love the "cross reference" (sorry I could'nt help myself). as usually beautifully written.
KEEP WRITING !
Bill

Posted 9 Years Ago


Kimberly Navarro

9 Years Ago

thank you for your comment Bill. I really appreciate it. I am so excited that my book of poetry is f.. read more

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Added on July 8, 2015
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Tags: chosen, love, pain, difficulties, life, cross, God, loss

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Kimberly Navarro
Kimberly Navarro

Clifton, NJ



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